#Makoto's hair falling on nose

[jarwithmold]

Two hands meet at zenith

Nothing comes between us

Dancing like ballerinas

Under, the moonlight all night long

How these plain and simple scenes

Get painted so vividly by you

I just wanna stay with you

My friend said it gives off an "old photo" vibe. And it's so cute that in my mind from now on it's a photo taken by Fuuka after ending. EVERYTHING IS COOL, AND EVERYONE IS ALIVE, ALL OF THEM JUST CRAVE SOME SLEEP. I NEED IT SO BAD PLEAAAASE

I have a severe brain damage caused by lacking of happy endings. Like REALLY HAPPY ENDINGS. Without any twists or conventions, that bitters an outcome.

I WANT MY KIDS TO BE ALIVE AND HAPPY. ALL OF THEM. NO EXCEPTIONS.

I do love complex stories, dramatic ones especially, but come on.

I'm and old hag, and I can't stand this much hurting anymore. I want everyone to be happy with minimal loss.

Things turned out very sweet deep in my heart.

Dixi.

[blissfullyapillow]

‧₊˚ ┊When the Stars Embrace the Moon 

♡⸝⸝ Makoto Yuki x gn reader 

♡⸝⸝ wc: 2,413~

𝄞 ‧₊˚ ☽ ⋅ Song inspiration: Tek It I End of Beginning I Ghost I When the Moon’s Reaching Out Stars I 

♡⸝⸝ Warnings: Angst with a happy ending & depictions/implications of intense feelings of grief. Major Persona 3 Reload, Persona 3 FES, and Persona 3 FES: The Answer ending spoilers. Also mildly spoils some character stories regarding Persona 4 Arena and Persona 4 Arena Ultimax. I wrote this with Persona 3 FES in mind as I have no intention of playing Persona 3 Reload.

♡⸝⸝ Pillow Talks: This is what happens when you get too emotionally attached to a fictional character lol. The way this ends is not only my way to cope (lol) but because it’s heavily implied in Persona 4 Arena, as well as Persona 4 Ultimax, that Elizabeth is doing something that will result in a change. In PersonaQ (I have yet to finish it), even Margaret knows something will occur regarding Elizabeth but she must refrain from speaking of it. It is unknown whether this will result in Minato coming back, and of course many have mixed feelings on if he did come back and how that would impact the meaning behind his death. I’m interested to see what Atlus has planned regarding Elizabeth (after they make their 10th Persona 5 spin-off). Personally, Minato is my favorite fictional character of all time so I want him to come back. Anyway, I digress; I hope you enjoy. <3

♡⸝⸝ P.S: I have to clarify I made a magnificent reference to my fav song from Persona 3 FES, “When the Moon’s Reaching Out Stars” with the line, “It soars to the sky, to cast its adoring gaze to the moon as it rests amongst the stars. 

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A warm hand intertwined with mine.

The blazing sun bathes his figure in an ethereal glow as beautiful pink petals fall from the trees above.

Yet the ephemeral scene fails to capture my attention; I fear my hands are sweaty and it’ll only be a moment before he takes notice.

A subtle glance his way is all it takes for me to capture his attention. Albeit one eye is obscured by his bangs, the tender emotion that lies dormant within his irises comes alive as they meet mine.

He’s silent, an action that isn’t unusual for him. Despite this, the vibrant sounds of life swarm around us and fill my ears with an everlasting ethereal tune. His hand squeezes mine, so softly it’s almost imperceptible.

My lips betray my trust as they curl upwards, and my voice divulges my secrets as an elated giggle escapes its confines.

His voice follows suit; our voices intermingle to create a melodious harmony that turns the heads of passerby. 

The air smells of cherry blossoms and hope. Hope that we carry together, kept safe between our pressed palms.

The air around us stirs with a subtle whoosh.

♪ ♫ 

This is a fond memory of mine.

୭ ˚.⁺⊹ ☽ ๋࣭ ⭑❀˖°

He rolls his eyes.

I pinch his nose.

He frowns.

I smile.

“Will you two get a room already?” A familiar voice rebounds off the walls of the dorm, and our companion voices his agreement.

“Yeah, you two can be pretty insufferable when you act like this.” My eyes turn to glare at said companion to find his lips wearing a mischievous grin. “Just like you and Chidorita?” My smug comment alights his face in a burning flame, and Yukari fails to stifle her amused laughter.

“Yeah yeah, laugh while you can now!” Junpei’s voice echoes around the room. “Your face is as red as Chidori’s hair, Junpei-san. Do you need medical attention?” Aegis monotone voice drifts into our ears.

Obnoxious laughter follows from everyone in the room.

Excluding Junpei, who huffs in annoyance before storming upstairs. There’s no doubt that he’s sulking in his room.

I finally return my gaze to my favorite portrait, to resume admiring its beauty.

However, the painting now stares back at me, a  tender (find synonym) expression etched onto its features.

My heart skips a beat, similar to the way children skip as they play hopscotch.

His smile reflects the warmth in my heart; it’s an outward reflection of the love that fills my soul, only to pour from my fingertips with every gentle caress against his skin.

This memory moves me to tears.

These tears stain his used pillowcase, the one I have yet to wash since his scent desperately clings to the fabric.

I miss him.

୭ ˚.⁺⊹ ☽ ๋࣭ ⭑❀˖°

Koromaru barks as he runs ahead. I glance at him beside me, his hands stuffed faithfully in his pockets.

It’s a chilly night, but the cool wind makes me feel alive. It roots me to the present moment, and for that I’m grateful.

“Yuki…”

Leisurely, he lifts his head, and his eyes meet mine.

I hold his gaze, and he makes no effort to break away.

“I love you.”

The words escape my lips in a borderline inaudible whisper, my voice oozing with the love I carry for him deep in my soul.

His eyes widen a fraction, clearly taken aback.

We’ve spent many nights together like this, whether it’s walking koromaru, singing our hearts out at karaoke, or even spending quiet nights studying in the dorm together; my heart has grown to yearn for his presence beside me.

Despite this, I’ve grown fearful of becoming too attached. Makoto isn’t someone familiar with emotions like these, not from what I’ve gathered from the time we’ve spent together.

Although.. These past few months I’ve seen a change within him. A slow one, like two friends who yearn to confess to each other but remain paralyzed with fear of rejection.

It’s a change that presents itself in his smile, the laughter he fails to hold back at our antics, the concern that’s etched in his furrowed brow when one of our teammates gets knocked down in Tartarus.

It’s a beautiful change. It’s grown to be something I want to protect.

Yet, my mouth has a mind of its own, and it’s spilled my most precious secret to him.

I wait with bated breath for his response.

Could this be the end of our friendship? Have I just ruined the bond we’ve formed, the bond that has brought color back into my dull world? Will he reject me? Will-

“Close your eyes.” My feet stop moving. I hear Koromaru up ahead, his happy barks indicating he's found something he wants to show us. Yet, my feet remain rooted to the ground.

My body acts on my internalized feelings as my eyes swiftly close shut at his command.

It’s silent.

Time continues to march forward despite my wishes.

As it always does.

This time, it’s in my favor, as I feel a soft pair of lips delicately brush against mine; lonely and yearning.

My hand rests upon his cheek as my heart flutters from my chest.

It soars to the sky, to cast its adoring gaze to the moon as it rests amongst the stars.

My heart is finally home.

just as my physical body feels at home in his arms.

He pulls away, and I open my eyes.

My heart is reflected within his gaze, and the change that I’ve grown fond of presents itself once more; He leans in for another kiss.

Koromaru barks.

The universe embraces me, and it gives me the happiness I’ve always yearned for.

This memory reflects the meaning of eternity; my feelings regarding the term ‘forever.’

This memory will remain.

It will always bring me happiness.

Despite this, he is not here in my arms, as he’s now bound to a door.

To watch over us all, forever; for eternity.

…Will I ever see you again? Why can I no longer press a kiss that furrowed brow? Am I doomed to forget the smile that lights up your features when I walk into a room?

Did I miss the opportunity? To show you how my heart reflects the love you’ve grown to harbor for others?

…The love you’ve grown to harbor for me?

୭ ˚.⁺⊹ ☽ ๋࣭ ⭑❀˖°

I reach out to grasp for his familiar hand, the hand that’s always the first to search for mine when trouble inevitably catches us off guard.

The only thing my hand grasps is air; the other side of my bed is empty.

His scent is fading from the pillow case.

୭ ˚.⁺⊹ ☽ ๋࣭ ⭑❀˖°

My cheeks remain wet as memories of him fill me with yearning.

Love and heartbreak wraps me in their firm embrace; I feel their arms squeeze me as they hold me close, my friends’ sobs almost drown out the ringing in my ears.

Memories of school and a radiant blue sky, watching over the rooftop of Gekkoukan High School, refuse to leave my mind.

I’ve never felt such a deep feeling of loss and sorrow before.

That’s not something I can say lightly.

Despite my unique experiences that may deviate from his own, Makoto has been my mirror. My window.

I’ve seen myself reflected in him, time and time again. Yes, I am my own person, but I’ve grown to form a connection with Yuki that I’ve never formed with another in my short lifetime.

Call me crazy, but when I was with Yuki I felt as if our souls intertwined, as if we'd finally found a home together after wandering a desert full of failed commitments and broken promises. All in search of an oasis… in search of trust.

Trust that we found within each other.

I roll over and curl into a tight ball as my emotions threaten to consume me.

A soft knock fails to bring me out of my sorrow.

My ears pick up on the audible click the door makes as it opens, but I refuse to acknowledge whomever is there.

A gentle, cold hand rests on my shoulder.

My body shivers since the cool metal contrasts with my flushed skin.

“I knew I would find you here.” She doesn’t sound concerned. Just knowing.

I can’t respond.

She doesn’t mind.

Her cool hand runs through my hair. They uncurl my body to wipe my tears away.

I’m thankful, yet I’m angry.

I almost don’t want to see her.

She hums; almost as if she’d read my thoughts and she doesn’t care.

I fall asleep to the feeling of cool metal pressed against warm skin.

୭ ˚.⁺⊹ ☽ ๋࣭ ⭑❀˖°

My voice sounds like a stranger’s to my ears. I feel awful, horrible for how I’m lashing out at another innocent person whose suffering just as much as I am.

Even so, the words pour viciously from my mouth as she stands across from me.

She doesn’t speak.

Akihiko raises his voice. He sounds just as angry, but for a different reason. My heart squeezes painfully in my chest, but I have to get the words out.

“Why was it you!? We all share a special bond with him, as well as with each other, but you…” A lone tear slides down her robotic features.

It makes me pause. I’m surprised.

But..

I knew all too well that my anger was misdirected.

Aigis doesn’t refute anything I have to say. She silently stands before me, crying.

Aigis, who used to struggle telling apart a joke from a genuine statement. Aigis, who couldn’t comprehend human emotions as a motivating factor behind certain actions and words.

Aigis, who now stands before me experiencing emotions of her own.

Emotions that have led her to tears.. because of my misguided anger towards her.

I swallow down the lump in my throat as I push past Junpei. Akihiko calls for me to return, and I hear Ken make a comment about how awkward and tense the situation is.

I lock myself in his room.

…

No one knocks on the door this time.

୭ ˚.⁺⊹ ☽ ๋࣭ ⭑❀˖°

It’s silent.

Everyone’s gathered around. We need to determine what our next course of action is, but there’s an elephant in the room that longs to be addressed.

We’re searching for the answer, and it’s right in front of us; it’s been here all along. The only obstacle in obtaining it lies within our warped perception of the situation.

“You need to apologize-”

“Akihiko-san.”

He visibly falters before awkwardly coughing into his fist. Mitsuru clearly has her own thoughts on the situation, but she’s chosen to remain silent at the moment.

I glance in Ken’s direction, and he gives me an encouraging nod accompanied by a sympathetic smile.

“Aigis, I apologize for my behavior earlier. My anger towards you was misguided and fueled by my… well, it’s more accurate to say our sorrow.. with Yuki’s passing..”

The resulting silence is suffocatingly loud.

It’s presence is overbearing. So much so that I fear we’ll never talk things through.

That is, until Aigis walks over to me.

As her arms wrap around me, a new feeling blossoms in my chest. It swallows the creeping fear inside of me whole, and it fuels an unyielding strength within me.

Hope.

“We will figure this out together. The bonds we have forged amongst each other will not be broken so easily. Don’t you agree…?” Aigis’s words are as soothing as they are motivating.

A quick glance around the room reveals relieved faces and fond smiles.

Unshed tears blur my vision, but these tears do not originate from the sadness that once permeated my very being.

“..Yes.”

It still hurts.

But it feels a bit better now.

୭ ˚.⁺⊹ ☽ ๋࣭ ⭑❀˖°

It’s been years now.

I’ve seen Ken grow into a respectable young man. Akihiko is finally pursuing college, with the supervision of Aigis, and Mitsuru continues to be successful in her endeavors. The same can be said of Yukari and Junpei, albeit it’s clear the latter still misses the one who made his heart sing.

Fuuka is doing well too. It makes me happy to see everyone pursuing their individual passions. Including myself.

☀︎❀

Spring has returned.

It’s hot today.

The heat from the burning sun above threatens to lull me to sleep.

My heavy eyelids fall shut as I feel myself drift off to sleep.

His face, encapsulated in stone, drifts to the forefront of my mind.

A heavy sigh leaves me.

My eyes remain dry as I allow the memory to come and go, holding strong all the while.

I miss him, I truly do.

But, through the bonds I’ve made with the former members of S.E.E.S, I’ve cultivated the strength of will to move onward and forward, towards a future I can be proud of.

I open my eyes when I hear footsteps approaching.

The figure standing before me is familiar, yet surely a figment of my imagination.

I close my eyes again, in hopes of fully waking up this time.

I open them once more when I feel the person moving closer to me. I sit up, only to bump heads with them.

“Ouch!” I yelp. My hands cradle the spot where we bumped heads. That’s when I realize, the pain I just felt is real, and the person standing in front of me is…

Is..

My eyes widen dramatically, and my mouth parts to say all the words my soul longs to poetically convey.

He simply smiles.

He opens his arms.

My thoughts spiral out of control. Is this an illusion? How could this be remotely possible? Is this… really true?

When our eyes meet, my questions receive a silent answer. My eyes take notice of the wavering emotions within his gaze; I can see the soul of the man I love, a soul which was once bound to a door, is now standing here before me. 

Whatever miracle performed this action, I am forever grateful to its benevolence. 

I dare not waste another moment in idle contemplation.

I throw myself into his arms. 

He catches me. 

He laughs.

My soul joins in on his joyous laughter, as tears full of love slowly cascade down my cheeks.

Our laughter intermingles to create a melodious harmony that turns the heads of passerby, once more. 

[brokemanthrash]

if prompts are still available would you be able to write Ryoji and Makoto comparing their hairstyles? Like in the p3 manga when Ryoji has his hair down it looks exactly like Makoto’s. Thank you for time!

Makoto blinked when pale fingers reached out to brush his hair back from his forehead. Gray eyes flickered up to blue, where Ryoji was smiling down at him, a curious glimmer in his sapphire gaze.

Makoto scowled at him and glanced away, shifting slightly to sit up. He shook his head, willing his hair to fall back across his right eye, watching Ryoji from his peripherals with mild distrust.

"What are you doing?"

"I was just thinking..." Ryoji hummed, leaning forward a bit so that their noses nearly brushed. "We look a lot alike, don't we?"

"Do we?"

"You don't think so, Makoto?" Ryoji sat back on his knees, one hand braced carefully against Makoto's thigh to hold himself steady. "It's something I've come to like about myself."

"... That you look like me?" Makoto arched an eyebrow, and Ryoji's expression softened at the edges, a little hum resonating in his chest.

"Yes," Ryoji answered truthfully, his eyes warm when they locked with gray ones again. "When we first met, I used to agonize over our differences. That I was taller than you. That our hair isn't exactly the same color. That clothes that fit you are just a little too small for me..."

His smile fell slightly, his lips pressing into a wobbly line.

"I started looking for similarities instead," he continued. "Things that I could celebrate instead of worry over."

"Why worry?" Makoto asked, reaching up to ruffle Ryoji's hair. He watched in mild amusement as the hair he so meticulously slicked back from his face fell across his forehead in long, straight swathes, covering his left eye. Makoto tsked, scowling again as his view of Ryoji's birthmark was obscured by dark locks.

"Why worry?" Ryoji echoed, his brow pinching. "Why wouldn't I want to be just like you? You're perfect. You're... Everything."

Makoto stared at him for several seconds too long, his lips pulling into a softer frown although his brow remained harsh. Gently, he brushed Ryoji's hair to either side of his forehead, parting it perfectly down the middle so that they were no longer mirror images of each other. He gently pressed the tip of his pointer finger against the pretty little freckle he'd grown so fond of.

"I'd prefer if you were just like Mochizuki Ryoji," he stated rather blandly. "Two of me is too many. Just be you."

It felt nearly like a rejection. More than nearly; the weight of it was crushing. Ryoji felt his chest clench, his throat tightening, as if he'd just been told that Makoto never wanted to see him again. Visibly wilting, his shoulders sagged, the hope in his eyes extinguished in the wake of such precise phrasing. The sting that followed, however, was quickly soothed as Makoto traced his thumb across Ryoji's cheek. And as he smiled at his companion, he leaned in close to gently press a kiss to the very corner of his mouth.

"I like Ryoji most, anyway."

[fairy-writes]

Barking Dogs Don’t Bite: Chapter One {Gojo Satoru x Reader}

Word Count: 2K

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TW for blood and gore

September 2005

You hate the feeling of blood on your fingers. 

It’s sticky and warm, making you feel like you hadn’t showered in weeks, even if you had bathed just that morning. 

But you ignore the icky feeling of it congealing under your nails and instead work to remove the head from the body in front of you. 

The body was mostly intact, missing a limb or two, but that didn’t matter. 

All that mattered was the head. 

So you take a deep breath and sheath one of your swords at your side. Then, you grip the head of the corpse by its hair with your non-dominant hand and swing with your other blade. 

The sword—though sharp—doesn’t cut all the way through with the first swing. It gets lodged between two vertebrae in the spinal cord and sticks. You have to plant your boot on the shoulder and wrench your blade from the neck before swinging again. 

Blood sprays everywhere, coating not just your hands but everything else too.

What an awful, disgusting feeling.

It takes two more swings before the head entirely separates from the body. Everything from the neck down slumps in a growing pool of blood, the arterial spray sluggish and soaking into your boots and socks. 

“Are you done yet?” Comes a familiar voice. The faint scent of peppermint invades your nose, and you turn to see Makoto holding another severed head by the hair. His face had minor blood spatters, but overall, looks a lot cleaner than you felt. You simply hold up the head in your hands without a word. He nods approvingly, and your heart sings a little when he says, “Good job,” with a ruffle of your hair and a small smile.

The smile falls a bit when he stops mussing your hair and looks at you with a mildly disapproving look.

“You were too messy again. Look at all this.” He says, and you swat his hand away from your head with a glare,

“It just got away from me, is all.” You say, and he just rolls his eyes. The peppermint smell turns sour in disappointment, and you just huff.

Makoto wraps the heads in plastic, then butcher paper, and finally puts them into insulated duffel bags. You are in charge of carrying them to the car while he makes a phone call to your employer.

“It’s done.” He says, and you can vaguely hear the chatter on the other end. However, it doesn’t concern you, so you don’t bother listening in. You settle the duffel bags in the trunk and grab an armful of towels. The seats may have been leather, but that didn’t mean you wanted to get blood everywhere. 

Because blood always took forever to clean up. 

Makoto opened the driver’s side door and got in. Just as he started the car, his phone rang again. You pause in where you’re scrubbing your boots with a stained rag. There are bits of organs and ichor stuck to the soles, and you have to resort to picking it out with your fingers. The flesh is squishy between your fingertips, and part of you wishes you had worn gloves. 

Your brother picks up after the third ring. Just like he always did.

“This is Rin Makoto speaking.” He says, and you hear an indistinguishable voice on the other end. All you can tell is that it’s a man speaking. “Alright. We’ll head there now.” Makoto finishes and hangs up. Without so much as another word or explanation, he starts the car and flips it around. 

Leaving the small residential home and the quiet neighborhood behind. 

The entire drive to the location is silent. You know better than to bug your brother with a useless conversation, and Makoto hates driving with the radio on. 

So silence it is.

The home is absolutely massive. It’s more of a mansion, really, with long windows and beautiful cherry blossom trees. 

The two of you get out of the car, the blood having dried on your way over. The drive had been long, nearly two hours of nothing for you to do besides look out the window and watch the scenery pass by. You couldn’t even take out your phone as you had forgotten it this morning in your haste to get ready. 

Because bounty hunting was a job that waited for no one.

Well… it did… but that wasn’t the point. 

The exterior of the house was a bit boring, if you had to admit. With drab light brown walls and a dark brown roof, there was nothing to show that his house had even been lived in. 

It was boring until you saw the blood leaking out from under the front door. You pause mid-step onto the engawa and glance back to Makoto. He raises an eyebrow and gestures for you to open the door. 

Of course, he would make you go first. 

You ease the door open and step carefully over the pool of blood growing ever so slowly from the corpse by the door. You look blankly at the body.

It was a small child. No older than six or seven. With glassy green eyes and short, curly blood-stained black hair. His body lay contorted, the neck twisted at an odd angle—broken neck. That much was obvious. The blood came from the long gash across the belly, nearly eviscerating the poor boy. 

A hand on your shoulder makes you jump. You hadn’t heard Makoto approach your side. Though the scent of peppermint was faint, it was comforting. 

“Everyone is already dead. Best we get to work before anyone shows up.” He said quietly, looking at the boy with sad eyes. 

Dead children were always one of the worst parts of the job. That and the screaming. The screaming had to be the worst if you really had to choose. The kids were already dead. There was nothing you could do for them. But the screaming? Especially the cries of fear? You had to silence that as soon as possible,  or else it would haunt you for the rest of your life. 

Not that it wasn’t already. 

This was a messy business, after all. 

You were in charge of searching the house's west wing while Makoto searched the east. Your footfalls are silent against the hardwood floor as you look through each room carefully. Beds are overturned, closets are rifled through, and trunks are dumped out. 

Most of the bodies are left behind in favor of searching for one man.

Minoru Kanata. 

A curse user who had gone on a killing spree. So far, his body count is in the dozens. 

But… by the looks of it… he might have already been taken care of—at least if the crimson stains were anything to go by. Maybe they were from something else? You step over the darkening bloodstain and open the door to what you assumed was the master bedroom. 

Only to pause when you hear talking. 

Bickering was more like it. But the voices were young—most likely teenagers—and male. There are two of them, though you can’t hear what they are saying. 

Maybe… just maybe… 

Makoto would be upset at you for using your abilities for no real reason, but you want to know. Want to know about the two boys behind the door. Had they killed Minoru?

You close your eyes and focus, reaching deep inside yourself where you knew your cursed energy lay dormant. It bubbles and churns with joy when your mind grasps it with eager fingers and tugs. It leaps to life, and slowly, you can’t smell anything. 

Literally. 

Your sense of smell fades to nothing, but you can hear everything.  

The gurgling of the koi pond out back. 

The sound of the fish swimming in circles. 

The rustling of the ants in the grass. 

The voices going quiet. 

The footsteps heading in your direction. 

The sliding of the door.

The sliding of the door.

As the door opens, your sense of smell comes back. You stumble backward, trip over a loose board, and come face to face with a mere boy. 

Well… not exactly. 

He’s taller than you, maybe the same age? With black hair pulled back out of his face and dark eyes narrowed in suspicion. He’s wearing a black uniform—though with baggy trousers—that you recognize. 

So he’s one of those jujutsu sorcerers, is he? Perhaps a student? 

You scramble to your feet, taking a step back as he scrutinizes your appearance, no doubt taking in your dried, bloody clothes and the red still smearing your cheeks. You had tried scrubbing the crusty blood off with a handkerchief on the drive over but to no avail. You only succeeded in staining the cloth pink.

The young man watches, unimpressed, as you reach for your sword and sighs,

“You really shouldn’t do that.” He says, 

“Give me one reason why I shouldn’t.” You retort, and he shrugs,

“This is all just a misunderstanding. I think we’re on the same side. ” He says, and you scoff, shaking your head in disbelief.

“No one is on my side.” You snarl, and his shoulders slump as you draw the weapon, though you don’t reach for your second sword. Not yet. That would mean you were in real danger. 

Then another head peeks out from around the young man’s shoulder. 

He’s your age and boyish, with white hair and eyes hidden behind dark glasses. He’s dressed in a similar uniform sans the baggy trousers. He has a mischievous grin stretching his lips, and he’s a bit taller than his friend, though not by much. 

“Who’s this?” He asks cheerfully. The darker-haired boy shrugs again,

“No idea. But she was listening.” He says, and you don’t miss how he ignores the fact that you’re covered in blood. 

The white-haired boy does not.

“Woah, you’re a mess!” He chirps, and you glare. He’s already grating on your nerves.

But before you can say anything, there’s a hand at your shoulder, and both boys stiffen. You see Makoto out of the corner of your eye, his hand on his own weapon and his eyes locked on the duo before you. 

When did he arrive? 

“We need to go,” He murmurs, and you frown.

“Why? They’re just kids.” You reply and ignore the white-haired boy's cry of, “Well, so are you!”. Makoto tightens his grip on his hooked sword.

“That’s Gojo Satoru and Geto Suguru.” At that, you swallow and reach for your second sword. His hand tightens, and he pushes you back a step. “Don’t fight. Just get out to the car. Minoru isn’t here.” He says lowly, and you nod. Now wasn’t the time to argue. 

The boy you assume to be Gojo speaks up just as you’re about to turn the corner. 

“You’re from the Rin family, right? The bounty hunters?” He calls to you from down the hall. Makoto tries to keep you moving, but you freeze. 

He knows of you and your brother? 

How much did he know?

Surely he only knew of your father.

Your family wasn’t exactly discreet about their work, but still, not many people knew of what everyone could do. Much less you. No one knew what you could do.

Gojo notices your pause, and you swear you can see a smile twist the corners of his mouth. The other boy—Geto—is suspiciously silent. He’s watching you with those dark eyes, and you know he can’t be thinking anything good. 

In the back of your mind, you know you shouldn’t be talking to them. You should turn and walk away, pretend you never saw them. They were strong enough that you knew you would never win in a fight. At least… if the stories were anything to go by. 

But still… 

“And if we are?” You blurt and hear Makoto curse under his breath. 

“Well, that would complicate things quite a bit now, wouldn’t it?” Gojo says, his smile turning smug when your eyes meet his hidden ones. Makoto’s hand grips your elbow, and he steers you back on track, breaking your eye contact with Gojo. 

The two of you almost make it to the car when you see it.

Or rather… him. 

He’s scruffy, well into his thirties or forties, covered in blood, and sneaking away through the trees of someone else’s yard. 

Minoru Kanata.

You wrench your arm from Makoto’s grasp and take off toward the curse user. Minoru notices and ducks under a branch, and begins to run.

[obscurecharactershowdown]

Group D Round 3

[image ID: the first image is of Kusuriuri, a man with pale skin, pointed ears, and light colored hair, partially hidden in a purple bandana. there are red markings on his nose and under his eyes. his nails are long, sharp, and lilac in color. he wears a beaded necklace and a golden sun-like medallion. his outfit is a teal kimono with purple, green, yellow, and blue designs on the sleeves. he's holding a sheathed sword with intricate patterns on the hilt and sheath. the second image is of Tin, a Thai man with short brown hair, wearing a doctor's coat and red lanyard. end ID]

Kusuriuri

No one knows who or what he is or where he came from, he has no name but kusuriuri, the medicine seller. He wanders around Japan in different eras exorcising mononoke with his enchanted sword. In order to draw the sword he must first find the "katachi" (shape), "makoto" (truth), and "kotowari" (reasoning) of the mononoke he wishes to exorcise. Once the sword has been unsheathed, he transforms into a demonic-like creature. [additional propaganda 1]

Tin

He's my cringe fail son. Got stuck in a timeloop to save this guy (he's a doctor) and when he realized he could start the time loop earlier so that he would have a chance of actually trying to prevent the situation that ever lead to the guy's death in the first place, he fails so badly that it's honestly for the best that it was lost to the time loop. Later when he's making his whole little list of "what I need to get done to break the time loop" it went: #3 Expose the organ trafficking operation going on in the hospital #2 Save everyone from dying (the list of people he needed to save kept getting longer lol) #1 Make the guy who is at the center of it all fall in love with me so I can be his boyfriend <3

[kagsboyfriend]

movies and later...?

Akkun x male reader NSFW

ao3

Their lips collide and parted, (Y/N) lets out a slight moan, falling onto the bed on his back, letting Atsushi position himself on top of him. The kiss deepens, the black-haired boy tangles his fingers in the older boy's hair, letting out a faint moan.

“It feels... good..." Sendo whispers in his opponent's ear causing his skin to tingle, getting more excited. The older's hands firmly grab (Y/N)'s waist, one goes down slowly caressing the boy's pants before going up his lower back under the black-haired boy's shirt, feeling (Y/N)'s long hair, hiding his face in the opposite's neck after pulling him lightly, drawing a slight moan.

The other hand of the red-haired boy clings to his boyfriend's waist as he kisses the skin of the younger's neck causing soft sighs to come from (Y/N)'s lips. “A~ ah...” (Y/N) lets out more moans as Atsushi gets closer to the younger's ear, whispering sweet words.

“FRIENDS' EVENING!!!” Yamagishi opens the door with a bang and yells as he enters, startling the couple. Takuya immediately slams the door shut, hitting Makoto in the nose with it. “My noSE TAKUYA," Makoto groans in pain and punches him in the arm. “I'm sorry," says Takuya.

“What a pity," mutters Takemichi audibly.

The couple sighs heavily, this time they wanted to get to something more than simple kisses and caresses, but thanks to certain people “aHem” their friends, they will have to hold on to that desire to get to something further. After getting dressed again, (Y/N) marches angrily to the door, opening it abruptly.

“Come in, you damn idiots ruining the good time," (Y/N) spits as he looks defiantly at his friends, although he was seriously hesitating whether to call them friends anymore.

“Don't be like that with us, (Y/N)” says Yamagishi as he enters in a shrill voice that he hates so much, already driving the younger red-haired man out of his mind.

“Put your ass on the bed if you don't want me to beat the shit out of you," (Y/N) shouts at Yamagishi, clenching his fist and pointing roughly at the bed.

“I'm really sorry for coming in like that out of the blue and even more at a moment..." says Takuya without being able to look at his two friends.

“Tell that to your friend the asshole," says the red-haired man, wanting to jump on top of Yamagishi, before being grabbed by the shoulders by Akkun.

The red-haired man lightly caresses his partner's shoulders in an attempt to calm him down, which was working as the jet was already sighing weaker and lighter.

“There, there, calm down honey, please” whispers Akkun in her boyfriend's ear. “And y’all, next time knock the door please, otherwise my little rabid dog could hurt you," alludes the tallest one, referring to his boyfriend who throws a sharp look at Yamagishi, which causes him to shiver.

The long-haired jet sits on his lover's lap, with a pout on his face. Meanwhile, Akkun cuddles (Y/N)'s hair, while deciding with his friends which movie they should watch.

Akkun pays little attention to the movie on, as he is mostly focused on practicing hairstyles on his partner's hair. (Y/N) was of more help to Akkun, as he could practice hairstyles or haircutting techniques that he has learned both on the fly, such as those taught by his cousin or those he sees in a small course he is taking; having the small quirk of every time Akkun finished a hairstyle, he smiles to himself, seeing that his progress is improving and that his boyfriend looks great.

Speaking of (Y/N), from so much cuddling his hair was getting, he fell asleep, his head being sideways slightly, snoring softly and even drooling from the pleasure of feeling his hair.

Ever since they entered middle school, (Y/N) had surprisingly captivated Akkun, and vice versa, (Y/N) was also drooling over the redhead. Until a few months ago, the lovebirds were already starting their relationship, totally in love with each other. Gradually in their relationship they stopped being nervous with each other and showed their love freely, usually on dates. As time went by, they became very romantic, being seen as a better couple than Takemichi and Hinata, or at least among their group of friends.

Usually, Akkun's group of friends make fun of him and his partner, since they are a bunch of cheesy things, or when they were starting their relationship, they made fun of how nervous Akkun and (Y/N) were with each other, although that doesn't mean that they don't support them, on the contrary, they are the biggest fans of the couple.

They are also both seen as the "responsible adults" or "dads" of the group, as both Akkun and (Y/N) make sure that the others don't do such stupid things, each in their own way, of course. Akkun maintains a calmer and understanding posture, in which he lets his friends turn to him for being a great listener and counselor, while (Y/N) tends to have a more aggressive and explosive personality, although he still cares about the well-being of others.

With Akkun he is not aggressive, only with others.

“You're going to make me kill you someday, you four-eyed bitch!" exclaims (Y/N), stirring in his partner's arms, in a clear attempt to loosen up and hit Yamagishi, who was behind Takuya, trembling.

"Honey, sweetheart, my love, (Y/N), my heaven," said Akkun to her boyfriend, in an attempt to calm him down, also caressing his back, looking him straight in the eyes. “Take a deep breath and count from one to ten, yes? You don't have to kill Yamagishi, he's just a friend.”

(Y/N), reluctantly, counted with his teeth clenched, still sighing with anger, while Akkun left caresses in his hair, calming him down more and more.

“Good job, Akkun," Makoto mentioned, giving a thumbs up to his friend, while Takemichi and Takuya looked on in admiration.

“Shush, he's sensitive” Akkun shushed his friend “Don't be too confident” he mentioned while he kept stroking his partner.

“Take me home, please," whispered (Y/N), who was leaning on Sendo's chest, who nodded, as he wanted to get to a place where they could be alone to calm his boyfriend more. Akkun got up slowly, holding (Y/N)'s hand to leave the red-haired man's room.

“Akkun, again, has successfully tamed the beast," remarked Yamagishi in a cocky tone, adjusting his glasses.

“Don't think so much, (Y/N) is capable of smashing your face if Akkun is not around. And he already has, so if I were you, I'd shut up," Takuya mentioned, looking at Yamagishi with 'I told you so' eyes.

“Don't even remember me," says the one with glasses, caressing his face as a form of defeat.

Already on the bed their lips meet shockingly, in a messy way, both already with their torsos bare and their pants unbuttoned. One hand of the jet-haired boy clings to her boyfriend's curls. Akkun spreads (Y/N)'s legs and reaches between them, rubbing his crotch against his opponent's, moaning in the process.

Desperation beckons their bodies, that need to be joined makes them burn, heating their bodies, making the redhead's movements rougher and sloppier, making both him and (Y/N) moan in time to Akkun's onslaught.

The redhead suddenly stops the kiss, causing a disappointed gasp to escape the younger's lips. Quickly, Akkun undoes his undergarments and does the same with the jet's, mutually seeing their erections.

Akkun approaches his partner's penis, licking up and down the shaft, causing constant moans and gasps from (Y/N), who grabs with his fist a clump of Akkun's hair caused by pleasure.

Akkun moves down towards his partner's testicles, slowly sucking each ball, while looking upwards at (Y/N), seeing him more and more ecstatic from the stimulation, which makes Akkun grab his own phallus and start masturbating it, so much so that (Y/N)'s moans are music to his ears, and that he too needed stimulation.

Finally, Akkun moves down to (Y/N)'s entrance, drawing a loud moan from the younger man as the redhead's tongue licks the inside of (Y/N)'s entrance, as a way of dilating the entrance in preparation for penetration.

(Y/N), for his part, was ecstatic at all the movements Akkun was making to his body, just being a moaning and gasping mess. Soon, he felt a tingling in his abdomen, a sign that he was about to cum.

“Akku... akkun! I'm... going... to come!” (Y/N) moans out of her mouth between so many moans. Akkun complies with his request, and pulls away from the jet's entrance and grabs from (Y/N)'s bedside table the lubricant, then smears the substance on his penis.

The redhead positions himself on top of (Y/N), to start inserting his phallus inside (Y/N). “A... ah!" A moan comes out from the lips of the younger one due to the intrusion, while he grabs tightly the hair of the older one.

The red-haired man starts to move his hips slowly but forcefully, drawing a moan from (Y/N) every time Akkun's crotch thrusted with the jet's butt.

“Atsushi~” moaned the younger in his partner's ear, crossing his legs over the redhead's back, trapping him.

Akkun growls, squeezing the lower one's hips as well, moving harder and faster each time.

The movements towards the black-haired boy´s entrance are abrupt, contrary to his docile and calm appearance, Akkun is proving that appearances do lie. And that horniness changes anyone.

(Y/N) arches his back from pleasure, also making small tears of pleasure come out of the bottom's eyes, which worried Atsushi, who lowered the intensity of his thrusts.

“M... more~” pleads the penetrated one to Akkun, who lets himself go and starts to penetrate his boyfriend harder.

“I’m... cumming~” moans Akkun in his partner's ear, who reciprocates by saying that he also is cumming. Quickly, (Y/N) kisses Akkun wildly, making his thrusts become messier and more frantic.

First (Y/N) cums, his penis spurting his semen into his abdomen, dropping a few drops onto his boyfriend's chest, then Akkun gives a final thrust that brings a moan from both of them, filling (Y/N)'s insides with semen.

Both panting, Akkun lets himself fall on top of his boyfriend to rest. “If this way you calm me down, I wouldn't mind getting angry more often," (Y/N) said playfully. “Ha, gladly," answered Akkun.

a/n: omg my first fic on tumblr!!!!! i hope y'all liked it. i will keep posting but it will be sparce, motivation's a bitch and actually writing something is as well

[enochscribbles]

Could we please get general relationship headcanons for Ann, Makoto, Futaba, Haru, and Sumire (if you'll write for her) from Persona 5?

General relationship hcs for the P5 girls!

Hello, thanks for the request, sure! of course I will write for Sumire I love her sm

Ann

Absolutely drags her s/o shopping

A lot of trending dates like at the mall, coffee shops, trying perfume and buying flowers for one another

Theme parks, Ferris wheels, and sharing so many sweet things (donuts, candyfloss, dessert…)

A bit nervous at first but when she’s happy absolutely FLAUNTS how amazing you are

Her smile is completely infectious and you always end up having the best time with her

You actually end up going to studios and such a lot for her modelling career, helping out mainly by giving moral support-

Silly acts of affection like rubbing noses or butterfly kisses that make her laugh

Makoto

Study sessions together, most likely

Has like no experience romantically so she’d look to you to guide her a lot

She can be quite formal in asking you to go on a date or if she wants physical affection, but she learns to loosen up around you over time

She likes to spend a lot of time with you and use small acts of service to show her affection instead of direct words, which she can be somewhat awkward with

So a reminder you have an essay due in tomorrow or a text asking what you think of an interesting question or concept is her way of saying I’m still here/I care about you.

Makoto always looks like she feels a little more at ease when she catches sight of you, especially at school where she has the student council and all (works too hard)

Will fall asleep on your shoulder

Futaba

Late night video game sessions while curled up in heaps of blankets

Rambling to one another about your interests/whatever media you’re into at the time

Leaping on you from behind in a hug to greet you while yelling sneak attack!

You help her a lot with going out where there are people and she tends to cling to you a lot when there are a lot of others around, she trusts you

Basically playing ping-pong with video game references if that makes sense lol

Please convince her to eat slightly better than coffee, curry, instant ramen or some unholy combination of two in an entire day, if you cook for her she’d compare it to Sojiro’s (saying it’s not as good) but also love you forever /j

Haru

Really long hugs :>

She’d gift you so much coffee, her own special blend, you possibly wouldn’t know what to do with it all

She’s very attentive and sometimes you’ll just get a package with clothes or a game or something that you’d mentioned wanting awhile ago, she’ll probably refuse to say how much it was bc you’d try to pay her back

So, gift giving is definitely a love language for her, and receiving acts of service would make her melt

Horror movie nights! With popcorn.

Prefers to have her relationships more private so you can expect a lot of quiet evenings and walks where it’s just the two of you

Sumire

There would be a lot of going to her performances and competitions and cheering her on, you’re her #1 fan and she appreciates it so much

She may take you to the gym or training to spend time together, just a warning (and her training can be quite ruthless)

As such, it’s a special thing between you to look after one another, like when she’s tired from training or you’ve pushed yourself or are burnt out, which includes going out and getting bath bombs and other products like that

Her cooking is so good + the domesticity of her s/o being in the kitchen while she cooks gives her butterflies

She can be surprisingly confident when she's sure you want to be with her

Tying the ribbon into her hair when she has it up for competitions and such

I hc it’s something she sort of absorbed from Joker in her time with the thieves – when she regains a little of her confidence, she can be a little theatrical, jokingly so, and you can expect her to give you a red rose with a flourish and a small giggle, and say something romantic playfully before getting flustered over it, it’s very lighthearted and fun

and that's all!

google search what are the love languages again

[miyos-multiverse-express]

Pelipper mail! For Tohru! A nightmare.

You blink awake, surrounded by fog. Your nose and mouth burns.

How stupid you were, to let yourself get kidnapped like this. Stupid. Stupid, stupid, stupid you. You really are a Fool.

You look up, and come face to face with a boy who looks exactly like you do in the Metaverse. Black tailcoat, white domino mask, curly black hair. Though, he has glowing yellow eyes. You know instinctively that that was your Shadow.

He smiles sinisterly at you, in Akechi's voice. "Wakey, wakey, sleepyhead! You know what to do, don't you?"

You nod. You know your lines. You don't know why your Shadow isn't using your voice, but that doesn't matter. You just have to say the words. You won't be a burden on the team if you just say it.

"You're me. I am thou, thou art I."

"Correct!" He grins wider, before speaking in Shulk's voice. "But, you know... I know what you're thinking. And all of that is bullshit. You don't really believe that, do you?"

Damn. You thought you did, at least a little.

"Now, let me ask you this. Who are you?" He asks in Pyra's voice.

"I'm you," you respond.

"Then, who are we? What's our name?" He asks in Marle's voice.

...What is your name? Is it Akira? Is it Ren? Is it Joker? Is it Trickster?

You can't remember.

Your Shadow cackles, before switching to Ness's voice. "You really forgot?! You forgot! How can you say you're me when you don't even know what your own name is!"

"I... You..."

Don't say it. Don't say it. Don't make it real. You can't fight back here. You'll die. Don't say it.

Your Shadow shrugs, then signs "Aw... I was hoping you'd say it."

"I know you're me. I won't forget that."

"Whatever," Your Shadow says, in Makoto's voice.

You try not to cry.

"Well. This was a fun chat. I'll be back. Your friends are here. I can't wait for them to find out you're nothing more than a thief and a liar."

The Shadow vanishes, leaving you alone in the fog.

He's lying. He's lying, he doesn't know you. Hes taunting you with his voice. You aren't like that. Maybe he really isn't—

No. No. Stop thinking like that. That's you.

...You're going to be hungry soon. You peel yourself off of the floor, sit up, and search your pockets.

You find a single bag of pretzels.

Shit.

It's fine. You can sneak around.

You stumble to your feet, tears streaming down your face, as you start to wander through the fog.

-!!

Ooookay, that's the last time I fall asleep on the beach. Why did it have to be one from Inaba, fuck.

[ei-banana]

pairing: makomiko (sfw)

wc: 969

Miko finds there are some perks to summer. Namely: Makoto, in all her brilliance.

———

The tide was high when spring turned to summer. Makoto glided down busy streets draped in silks of brocade design, far brassier than her usual wear. She nodded kindly to shopkeepers and the errant seaman, picking absently at her kushiten as if her citizens didn’t stand agape, awed in the wake of her deific splendor.

As if Miko didn’t trail doggedly behind, fists balled and forehead damp with sweat.

The sun was relentless at its zenith, blaring and cruel; her robes clung to her skin in a way most vexing, her visage furrowed with discomfort. Traipsing about the thick of mortal merriment was far from Miko’s own idea of respite, but Makoto’s patient smile had the power to whittle away at her fortitude like nothing else.

No amount of kitsune’s wit could have kept her away. She had avowed defeat before the airy invitation fully left Makoto’s lips, and now she marched, counting the cobblestones as she went.

“Oh, Miko, look!” Makoto halted her stride so abruptly that Miko nearly rammed headlong into her back, pivoting for the new facet of her wonder. She reached for Miko’s hand without a word, twining their fingers tightly, leaving no stragglers behind. “Ei would love those…”

At once, Miko was thankful for the bothersome weather—the firmness of Makoto’s touch called her cheeks to dapple, red enough to rival the sun’s burn. “I have a hard time believing Ei would fancy anything here,” Miko said, ears flicking as Makoto led them deeper into the throng of people. “Aside from the three taiyaki you’ve already ravened.”

Makoto glanced over her shoulder, eyes narrowed and nose scrunched. “We can always get more, besides,” she gestured to the stand they now found themselves before, eyes alight with flickering intrigue, “aren’t these just adorable?”

Bits and bobs of odd sizes and shapes dotted the wooden counter—small figurines crafted from stone and metal, rows of prismatic, paper yōkai, and dozens of hand-woven effects. Shimamura’s Sundries lay just out of sight from the rest of the bustle, its attendants peering up at them with hardly suppressed awe.

Two young girls—twins, if their identical faces spoke well and true—floundered before their elysian customer. The one on the right squared her shoulders and raised her chin, steeling herself for her practiced sales pitch despite the way her jaw trembled.

“Might I interest you in our wide selection of artisanal goods?” The words were clunky on her tongue, the syllables falling out slow and stilted; her sister elbowed her sharply, glancing pointedly at Makoto’s flashy hair fixture. “Your Excellency,” she tacked on quickly, bowing her head in respect.

“Raise your eyes, dear. I’m here to welcome in the season, same as you.”

The girl looked up at Makoto’s gentle words, the corners of her lips raised in the brash beginnings of a smile. “Does anything catch your eye?” she prompted again, cheeks rosy with renewed vigor.

“With such fine-made curiosities on display, I’m sure I can be convinced.”

Makoto’s praise wrought a giggle, the faintest puff of the girl’s chest. She took pride in her family’s work, brandishing each item with a loving description each. Miko regarded the exchange, heart clenching when Makoto stooped low to meet the girl’s eye.

Among the people, gods often played—performative in nature, engaging just enough to keep their reverent audience bated. But Makoto was far more affable than most. She joined in their merry, their sorrow, adopting their plight as her own—she would summon the deluge of abundance should their bountiful harvest ever wane.

A fearsome emblem of thunder’s might she may have seemed, though, at the crux of human mundanity, she certainly thrived.

She was beautiful beneath the golden blare of midday, childlike wonder softening her elegant mien. She was the picture of benevolence, dropping Miko’s hand in favor of rummaging through her billowing sleeves, surfacing a pouch of mora far heftier than her chosen purchase begot. She set it before the twins’ mirrored looks of astonishment, parting with a subtle wink.

“It looks just like Chiyo, don’t you think?” Makoto danced the paper yōkai through the air, tapping Miko’s nose with the tip of a folded horn. “I have a feeling Ei will agree.”

Miko huffed, swatting at Makoto’s hand when she made for another attack. “Ei is often assenting where Chiyo is concerned.”

“It’s quite endearing,” Makoto acceded, sighing fondly before she nudged Miko’s shoulder, changing the subject with a knowing lilt. “Thank you for humoring me today, I could sense your frown deepening with each passing storefront.”

“I wasn’t—” Miko stopped short, blustering in the face of Makoto’s lighthearted accusation. They had reached the city’s outer limits at last, the sunset wreathing Makoto’s frame in hues of orange and purple; she balked at the sight, at the humored brow raise that followed. “I just thought we could spend the day in… or something,” she muttered, suddenly contrite.

“And we will. Come tomorrow, I’m all yours.”

“All mine?” Miko teetered forward, drawn forth by the promise of unfettered indulgence. She was woozy from the day, inches from sundering the tenuous space left between them, but the glint of Makoto’s teeth begged her look of askance. “What’s the catch?”

“No catch, darling,” Makoto whispered, sealing their lips before further doubt was sowed.

She tasted of the tart dregs of yuzu, of early summer’s cloying offering. Miko pilfered the luring vestige until she grew lightheaded, leaning back to admire the besotted look of fervor now veiling Makoto’s face. She swiped her thumb below the glossy puff of her bottom lip, popping it into her mouth, humming deep enough for Makoto’s lashes to flutter.

“I’ll hold you to that,” Miko said with feigned nonchalance. She spun on her heel for Tenshukaku’s looming might, her hidden smile broadening when it was Makoto, then, who lost her footing.

[gorouenjoyer]

Epic birthday post for @lvrboy-inc

(I accidentally posted this shit 5 days earlier and had to restart lmao)

GENDERBENT AZURA AND MARKO FONDLING TITTES LETS GOOOOO

A/N

-there will be w/w shenanigans - nsfw not rlly smut tho - my shitty ass crack writing that actually ended up not as crack as I thought it would? no cause why did I actually cook a little - I was giggling sm while writing this 💀 - minor spoilers for act 4 (just for the set up scenario) - dubcon but uhm that's normal Azura and Marko shit - I'm sorry for how ooc Azura is (and probably Marko but mostly Azura)

-this is just for the torture of my local homo :3

While attempting to drink myself to oblivion in the bathroom this constant nuisance in my life named Marko decides to come bother me.

However things turn out more… intense then I thought it would be.

So now here I am, making out with the pretty girl bitch named Marko while my little boy toy's downstairs, talking to his friends unknowing of what's transpiring right above him.

"Jesus fucking Christ Marko," I gasp as she slides her smooth piercing all around my mouth, exploring every little nook and cranny.

"Hmm, it really seems you're enjoying this," she whispers as I feel little nips at my lower lip.

"N-No I told you, I'm not a les-" I get interrupted by the feel of Markos fingertips grazing my nipple. I stumble back into the tub and fall down "FUCK- damn you." I tried to say with as much confidence I could.

And here, is where I made a grave error. I attempted to get up so Marko wouldn't be...On my lap but while doing that I slipped and...

"Holy shit, you sure you aren't into me?" Marko asks as I fall straight into her tits. No. Fucking. Way. "You have no bra on? AND nipple piercings??" I ask in shock.

You can't blame me for this- this probably got me into MUCH deeper shit then it needed to, BUT.

Marko gasps as I rub her piercing "You have a tongue AND nipple piercing? God you whore." She whimpers at my gentle massaging and occasional flicks of her nipples. "Makoto do you understand how fuck- fucking hypocritical you are?" She asks while leaning ever closer to me, at this point our noses are almost touching

"Fucking touching me like this, I've thought of this way too many times ya know?" I feel her insert her tongue into my mouth once again this time I show no resistance, but god- I can't believe I'm doing this.

"Take off your shit," I hear her whisper in my ear while feeling slight tugs on my shirt, so I oblige.So now she's straddled on top of me, both of us topless.

I don't understand why I'm doing this, I truly don't. I put a nipple in my mouth and suck "Aw, what a good girl-" before letting her continue I pull on her hair, trying not to lose all that's left of my dignity. "Quite a kinky little thing aren't you, that's fine with me," she whispers in my ear grazing my lobe with her teeth.

"A slutty little bitch who sleeps with whoever, whenever-" she pauses for a second "just. for. fun." Each word followed by a small bite and pull of the nipple.

"The only good part about you whoring yourself out like that, is that honestly" a quick pause to lick from my neck down, going across my collarbone ending with small swirls around each nipple. Finally she continued "Honestly, I quite like sluts."

That last sentence sobered me up.

What the fuck am I doing touching another woman like this.

I almost immediately push her away, trying to find sense in everything that just happened.

These bite marks all down my neck, fuck what am I supposed to do? Ali is right downstairs. Fuck it I'll try to make an excuse.

As I hurriedly put my clothing back on, ignoring Markos pleas. I beg a friend of mine to drive me back with the excuse of my period starting.

This was way longer than it was supposed to be...

I'm sorry 😔

[a-fantastic-time]

Seeing it was Juri, Makoto was a bit scared, moreso seeing the erect cock in her pants, was this what she thought it was? Was she destined to become a fuck-toy for the woman she often heard described as kind of crazy?

It seemed so, and Makoto would try to raise a fuss, which was a bit hard to do when she was tied up and her mouth was suck open in blowjob mode because of the type of gag used, the best she could say was a muffled "Let me go!" as she shook around, hoping to break free.

She had one hand still drying her hair, the act causing her plump breasts to jiggle a bit. "I was beginning to worry that I wouldn't find another toy like Cammy. She needed a break and left little o'l me all alone. But thankfully I bumped into you." She said giggling to herself. She walked over to the table Makoto was strapped down on, and let her pants fall to the ground. Her ten inch bitch breaker now free as she slapped it onto her face. Smearing it all over her nose, cheeks, and spread open lips.

"I doubt anyone will bother us for the next couple of days while the next matches are being decided. So why not let us girls have some girl time." She grinned lowering her tip past the ring gag and started jerking her hips down her tight throat.

[vancilocs]

silva gives makoto the succ

Nights were easier to handle. The sun wasn't burning your eyes or picking at your eartips, and it wasn't so bloody open and populated everywhere. Silva hated traveling in groups that demanded that they move during daytime, and even more he hated when he had to move in a group that didn't even try to hide their wariness around a vampire. Sure, they were right about his particular needs. No, it didn't make it any more fun to sit around people who could afford you only quick sideways glances when talking about what to cook on the campfire that night. He was sitting away from it, he didn't care for the bright light and the warmth didn't do much for him. He much rather sat aside and stared into the forest, trying to listen in on the various critters and creatures shuffling about. He had little luck. He was hungry - desperately so, he hadn't had a meal of true man blood in ages, and the starvation dulled his senses down. The replacements he had been given for the journey did a piss-poor job of trying to sate the thirst. But, he had little options. Rather starve outside during nighttime with some possibility of feeding, than locked in a cage underground where he might get a rat once a week if he was lucky. Silva still hadn't come to terms about being a spymaster for the prince. He didn't trust the man as far as he could throw him, but he could admit that he had the vampire in a vice grip, and that the only choice with any kind of future was to bend the knee. For how long, who knows - the prince didn't seem like he would be sad about killing Silva, if it came to that. He wondered what this would mean for the future of the guild. They surely weren't happy.

Someone cursed by the fireplace, someone else hurried to look. A slip of a knife when cutting a package open, not a deep wound at all, but the smell of blood in the wind struck Silva almost immediately. He briskly got on his feet and hurried to leave. He had a separate tent, nobody would be forced to bunk with a vampire. And he preferred that. He enjoyed his solitude and was a restless sleeper, especially when his own instincts pulled him to action in the deepest hours of the night instead of bringing any kind of rest or rejuvenation. Throwing the flap of his tent aside he flew in, tore his pack open, feverishly digging in it for a second before he found what he was looking for - a vial of thick, dark, brownish-red liquid. He sneered. But he couldn't afford to be picky. This stuff had been made specifically for him. His teeth made short work of the cork and he spat it aside, taking a deep breath and pinching his nose with his free hand before knocking the vial back - the taste he could stomach, but the concoction went down like sour milk, clumpy and sticky, forcing him to wait for all of it to come out before he was rid of it. He groaned and stuffed the emptied vial back to his pack. Vile. Blood substitute - that's what the alchemists called it, but Silva didn't truly know if it had any blood in it to begin with - could take the edge off and dull the worst of the hunger, but it wasn't made for sustaining. Frustration building, the vampire tightened his cloak around him and grabbed his bedroll to pull out a pair of sheathed daggers. The sword could stay, it was useless on a hunt. He threw it down on the bedroll and hung the daggers on his belt, turning to grab a garrotte from his pack when the tent flap moved. He froze.

The emperor's dog stepped in - his bodyguard, the tall, slender wolfman from the South, clad in black with his hair slicked back into a ponytail, his black and amber eyes fixed on Silva as he let the tent flap fall back into place. Silva didn't know why Makoto had been sent with him, away from the prince's side. But there he was. "Where are you going?" Makoto's voice was low, husky. Silva hadn't seen him at the campfire - most likely he had been sitting aside, like the vampire had been. "Hunting", he admitted outright, wrapping the garrotte into a bundle to stuff into a belt pouch. "I'll be back before soon." "Who are you going with?" "I'm going alone." "You can't", the response was curt. Silva looked up at the man. "Orders were given. If you need to hunt you go in pairs", Makoto said, his hands relaxed on the handle of his sheathed travel sword, but stance firm. "I'm not hunting for you people. I need to be alone. I'll be back before you know it", Silva said. "Orders were given", repeated the bodyguard.

The wolf annoyed Silva, and he knew the feeling was mutual. The prince's shadow, the sword master, the captain, nothing but a self-righteous orphan puppy from the South with no house of his own. They had tussled before - the castle's men had meddled in Silva's thievery far too many times. He didn't enjoy being ordered around by the likes of him. If facts didn't work, perhaps feelings, then. As much as it irked him to try and beg, especially from the likes of this one. "I'm hungry, Makoto", Silva tried. Makoto cocked his head half an inch, but his expression didn't change. Silva was unsure if the reaction was for him using his name, or the sudden vulnerability. "This swill doesn't sustain. I need just one decent meal - a badger, a fox. If I get a deer I'll be out of your hair for the rest of the week." Truthfully, even a fully-grown deer didn't do too much for a starved vampire's appetite. Animal blood was a poor substitute for the likes of man's. It'd keep him going for a day or two, maybe, before he'd have to turn to the sad bottles of shit tucked away in his pack. Makoto didn't have to know that, though. Makoto shifted his weight on his feet. He always was quiet, and hard to parse, but he didn't seem unreasonable to Silva. He tried pushing a bit. "You understand, right? Thanks. I won't be an hour", he said and took a step towards the tent door. Makoto's reaction was immediate; the relaxed hold of his sword tightened and he took a wider stance, stopping Silva on his tracks. "Take mine", he said. Silva stared. "Pardon?" "We need you sharp, and I was told to offer any assistance I could. If the situation is that dire, it's acceptable", Makoto elaborated, letting go of his sword and grabbing onto the lacing of his right bracer instead. Silva just looked as he swiftly undid the cords, then removing the cuff and pulling his sleeve up - offering a bare, clean wrist to the vampire. "I will stay at the camp tomorrow. I have ample time to recover", he said. "If it helps." He extended his arm towards Silva, who tried to act nonchalant. But his eyes were fixated on the dim blue veins in the swordsman's arm, enticing, visible even in the dim light of the tent. Silva looked up at Makoto who stared down, unflinching, selfless. His eyes spelled a tinge of fear behind the resolute calm. It disgusted Silva, honestly. Self-sacrifice out of pity. He opened his mouth to reject the offer, to call him out, but a drip of saliva came out instead and he shut up again, wiping his mouth and swallowing. Makoto didn't move. "It's gonna hurt", said Silva. "I can take it", the swordsman muttered. Silva took firm hold of his hand and arm and bit down on the wrist.

Makoto groaned under his breath, but Silva didn't hear it - the flood of red in his mouth immediately numbed his senses and he squeezed Makoto's arm harder, tasting the adrenaline as the swordsman fought the instinct to pull his arm back. Silva did his best to hold himself back, but he was starved, he was pulled in by the southern blood, biting with force that was sure to leave bruises. Makoto stood firm, his muscles and tendons tensing as he first clenched his hand into a fist, his grip then loosening as the blood drained. Silva didn't know how much he had taken. He tried to remain aware of the transactional nature, to remind himself to hold back, but trying to stop was like trying to pry a dying man from a desert oasis. Makoto's heart was racing, Silva felt it against his lips, his tongue, down his throat as he fed, the taste of shock of pain and fear reminding him of the hunt and invigorating him to dig deeper, until he felt a fist grab onto his hair and forcibly yank his head back.

He opened his eyes, blinked in the dim light, met Makoto's eyes who stared back with wild fear overwhelming his usual calm demeanor, his breathing heavy. Cold sweat trickled on his forehead, a glint of tear from pain in the corner of his eye. "Enough", he croaked. He let go of Silva's hair who in turn let go of Makoto's arm, looking down at the wound he had made, still trickling blood from the two fang marks surrounded by other teeth indented in Makoto's pale skin. It would definitely leave bruises. He had bit down hard. Slowly, Makoto took a piece of fabric from his belt, shakily wiping off the remaining blood and saliva and trying to wrap it around his wrist one-handed. Silva offered a hand, deftly tying a makeshift bandage around the wound. Wordlessly he pulled the swordsman's sleeve back down, picked up the bracer and relaced it the best he could, Makoto offering no rebuttal. His heart was still beating hard, Silva could hear it through the air, his senses perked up by the meal. "I... thank you", he tried nonchalantly. Makoto exhaled deep and nodded, eyes closed, his head obviously swimming as he took a correcting step to the side, and Silva figured he was trying to will the pain away and not tumble over. "You think you'll survive tomorrow?" he asked, eyes still shut and brow furrowed. "Yes. I'll do fine." Makoto nodded, swallowed, opened his eyes and regained his bearings. "Goodnight", he said half to Silva and half to nobody, gliding out of the tent and towards his own.

Silva, Makoto's blood rushing throughout his body, didn't feel like sleeping at all.

[harry-nezumi]

Astrée Églantine Robins

This post is inspired by @schrodingers-romy's.

Name : Astrée

Name Meaning : Astrée is a french name meaning star and related to the greek goddess Astraea.

Age : X

Birthday : She was born on the first of September in the fall. 🍂

Gender : Female

Sexual/Romantic Orientation : Questioning...

Height/Weight : 5'2" ( 158 cm ), 110 lbs ( 50 kg )

Appearance : Astrée is short and slender with long legs, her hair is dark brown and bobbed, her skin is very pale, and her eyes are large and turquoise, she also has a round face with a small button nose.

Personality : Of an introverted and distant nature, she is particularly frank, a little too much moreover. Also cautious, she always thinks before acting, she is also a great perfectionist.

Good Traits : Cunning, Curious, Intelligent, Imaginative, Observant.

Neutral Traits : Frank, Distant, Cautious, Introverted, Perfectionist.

Bad Traits : Indecisive, Sensitive, Obstinate, Anxious, Authoritarian.

Relationships : Aurore/Aurora Robins ( Biological Mother ), Dinah Alster ( Foster Mother/Doctor ), Mathilda Alster ( Cousin/Best Friend ), Yuriy Ivanov/Tala Valkov ( Love Interest ), Makoto Hiruta/Carlos ( Love Interest )

Backstory : Astrée was hospitalized at a very young age and has no memory of her biological mother, Aurore. Her adoptive mother and doctor, Dinah being silent about her. During her hospitalization, she was harassed and rejected by the other children. It was during an outing organized by the hospital that she met Mathilda for the first time, her adoptive cousin with whom she quickly became friends. Mathilda visited her regularly from that day until the moment when she no longer came. Astrée then makes the decision to leave the hospital to find Aurore and Mathilda.

Picture(s) :

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sea!makoto moves, and shuuzou blinks, wide-eyed as makoto disappears and returns. he's soaked - hair sticking to his forehead as water drips down, and shuuzou's mouth opens, closes. " sorry ? " he says unsure what exactly he did. he shakes his head out, letting bangs rest against his cheek and he frowns as a hand comes up to tuck them behind his ears. a blink as he tries to catch up with the conversation. " humans aren't suppose to kill other humans or attack them. " a shrug, " not that you know it stops humans from fighting or going after those that we believe have wronged us. " shuuzou after all, has been in his own fair share of fights. " lessons like -- appreciating what you have. things might seem good on one side -- but they aren't and she gave everything up for nothing. or true love is above all. " his nose scrunches, " we place an unhealthy obsession on love that other relationships tend to fall behind. "

he freezes for a moment, eyes wide as he dips back down into the water, completely removing himself from shuuzou's grasp, tail causing water to splash the entire cave as it falls back in, leaving others to look his way as he stares up at shuuzou, stunned. breathing hitches for a split second, caught in his throat before he wets his lips, deciding against explaining how their muscles work. " what are human standards? " it's a safer route, he thinks. " what's the lesson they would learn? "

[fairy-writes]

Barking Dogs Don't Bite: Chapter Two {Gojo Satoru x Reader}

Word Count: 0.9k

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September 2005

The chase leads you into the sewers. 

The air is acrid and makes your eyes water, but you don’t care about that. The water soaks through your bloody boots and into your socks, but that doesn’t stop you from running after Minoru Kanata. 

He’s a few meters ahead and only gaining ground as he takes what seems to be random twists and turns in the dim nonexistent light. He darts left, and you skid around the corner, soaking your trousers as you slip and fall momentarily but are on your feet in seconds. You can vaguely hear the sounds of footsteps behind you, but you’re like a bloodhound on a trail. 

Nothing will get in your way. 

At least… until a hand clamps on your arm and yanks you to a stop.

You whirl around, fury fresh on your tongue, but it dies when you see your brother, the smell of herby peppermint filling your nostrils. He has a flashlight in one hand and your arm in the other. His face is set in a scowl, and you know for a fact that it’s directed at you. 

“What are you doing?” He asks, and you curl your lips in a snarl,

“What are you doing?! Let me go! I almost had him!” You snap, and he rolls his eyes, 

“He’s leading you into a trap. That much is obvious.” He snaps back, and you glare. 

You hadn’t thought of that.

Makoto can obviously tell because he lets go and pinches the bridge of his nose. But just as he opens his mouth to speak, another voice cuts in.

“Aw, man!” The scent of something you can’t quite place is faint but there nonetheless. 

No. 

Make that two smells. Faint but there. 

Two separate scents of cursed energy. 

Those two teenagers from before. 

Gojo Satoru and Geto Suguru. 

Gojo comes skipping around the corner first, hands in his pockets and looking somewhat miffed. Geto follows soon after, picking his way over the garbage that littered the ground. 

“She almost had ‘im too!” Gojo complains, and you bite back a retort. You don’t want him here. You want to get back to work. 

Makoto finally interrupts Gojo’s complaining with a single look. Geto nudges his friend’s arm, and the white-haired boy finally shuts up. Then, your brother turns to you and jerks his head toward where you last saw Minoru Kanata.

“Sniff him out. I’ll be right behind you.” He says, and you brighten. 

Was he…?

A good-natured shove to your shoulder confirms your suspicions. He was allowing you to use your cursed technique. 

You turn toward the dark space excitedly and take a deep breath. You reach for your cursed energy, and it sings with delight. Your fingers twitch, and the itchy feeling of your shirt and jacket against your skin dies away until you feel nothing. 

Not the air wafting from the tunnels.

Or the feeling of your wet socks soaking into your skin. 

But you can see everything as clear as day despite it being nearly pitch black.

Details are dialed to a ten, and you can see the individual minuscule cracks in the concrete walls. You can pick out each individual stitch of the fabric of your jacket. 

But you aren’t done yet. 

Your tongue deadens in your mouth until you taste no more. You feel the weight of the muscle, but your mouth just feels like it’s full of cotton. 

But as your sense of smell changes, things go wrong. 

You are crashed into by a wave of lightning and ozone. 

By a wave of fresh rain and moss and stone. 

Stumbling backward, you trip and fall into the water clutching your nose, yet you feel nothing. You can tell that your bottom half is slowly absorbing more water, and you tell the water is there but nothing else. Makoto is at your side in a second, hauling you to your feet and demanding what happened. The scent of peppermint is more pungent but not as overwhelming as everything else. 

It takes a split second of you debating on trying to push through the overwhelming scents of cursed energy to find Minoru and simply trading your sense of smell for hearing when you realize what is causing the odors. 

It’s Gojo and Geto. 

How could you have been so stupid? 

The stronger or more the cursed energy the person had, the more pungent their smell would be. And it was said that Gojo himself had changed the Jujutsu world just by being born. So why wouldn’t he have an overwhelming smell? And he was paired with Geto, someone who was also incredibly strong. 

Either way, Minoru Kanata is getting away, and they’re ruining it.

You manage to steady yourself with one hand still blocking your nose and the other jabbing a finger at the two teenagers. 

“They’re in the way.” You snap, and they look at each other before looking back at you.

“In the way?” Geto asks, and Makoto glances at the two teens before grabbing your arm and steering you toward where you last saw Minoru with a curt “stay there” to the boys. 

Surprisingly, they actually listen, at least for now. 

The smell slowly gets less pungent, and you can actually focus.

“I’ll be right behind you,” Makoto says again, and you nod. The scent is bearable by now, and you pick up on something underneath the smell of ozone and moss.

The smell of sulfur and something burning. 

The smell of cursed spirits and curse users.

[134340am]

hi baby <3333

as some inspo for ur event im requesting jean (obviously) + “kissing your lover’s tears away”

AHHHH thank u love u can’t wait to read all you put out

96. kissing your lover’s tears away

jean kirschtein x gn!reader, 0.3k words, sfw

“hey— don’t— jean! i’m all snotty, go away—”

your arms are up in front of your face, frantically twisting away from your angel of a boyfriend who grabs onto your wrists and pushes them apart with ease.

your eyes are scrunched shut, a sob still bubbling in the back of your throat, but then you feel it — a light flurry of kisses that feather across your face.

“i love you even when you’re snotty—”

a kiss on your forehead, smoothing out the worry between your eyebrows.

“when you’re teary and sad—”

a kiss across your nose bridge, his thumb curling your hair behind your ear.

“i love you when you’re laughing at my dancing—”

the brush of his lips across your eyelids.

“and when you’re mad at me for using your soap.”

a big kiss on the apple of your cheek, with an exaggerated muah!

you muster up enough strength to push his face away from yours, laughing, but you find a fresh new wave of tears coming for a totally different reason now.

jean laughs at your crumpled expression, opening his arms with an effortless smile, and you fall right into him. he smells of sunned clothes and a warm day.

your lover rocks you gently. rests a heavy hand on the crown of your head. rubs soothing circles up and down your back as you cry.

“i love you,” he whispers into your hair, and means it with his entire being.

the anxious arch of your hunched back eases into a quiet slope.

なるかみの, すこしとよみて, A faint clap of thunder,

さしくもり, Clouded skies,

あめもふらぬか, Perhaps rain will come.

きみをとどめむ? If so, will you stay here with me?

なるかみの, すこしとよみて, A faint clap of thunder,

ふらずとも, Even if rain comes or not,

わはとどまらむ, I will stay here,

いもしとどめば。 Together with you.

— The Garden of Words (2013) dir. Makoto Shinkai

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